[F] [Group] A Friendsgiving Miracle

(This is a true story of something I did just recently. Hopefully we can talk about it together!)

Hello! So just last week it was that time of year again (Thanksgiving!), whatever that means, and we all have our own little rituals and plans surrounding it, although we usually ultimately end up spending the holiday itself with our family.

I’m a very social person, and I know a lot of people, and I make friends very easily. I have close friends who mean a lot to me, but usually they’re all from different friend groups, and I don’t really have a fixed friend group of my own.

I have a pair of very close friends, both women, let’s call them S and K.

S is part of a very nerdy friend group of three girls (the other two we’ll call A & C), and a bunch of guys, one of whom I’m also close friends with. I know that group super well, and I hang out with them very often, and I only have S and the other guy I mentioned to thank for that.

A Christmas Miracle (MF Rape Impregnation Cheating BDSM)

Chapter 1

Miriam held the door open as Ron half supported, and half dragged his brother Ed through it. They’d gone to her in-laws for Thanksgiving for a holiday feast, but somewhere between pie and football, her husband Ed had decided to get completely drunk. At least he hadn’t embarrassed himself, or her too much this time, she thought as she watched the two men slowly stumble to the bedroom. They’d all been drinking of course, and she was more than a little buzzed, but she couldn’t understand why he went to extremes like this sometimes.

“Easy there buddy,” came the calm sound of her brother-in-law, Ron as he maneuvered his brother into the master bedroom. “You’re not going to puke on me now, are you?” Her husband made a muffled, noncommittal response, and then he was dumped on to bed. For the hundredth time she wished that Ed was just a little more like his brother. Physically they were very similar; They were both tall, with dark brown hair and eyes, but mentally they were very nearly opposites. Ed was loud, gregarious, and impulsive while his brother was…

Because of a Stranger’s Big Dick [MF] [Cheating] [Voy]

My girlfriend and I had been together for two years before she finally cheated. During those two years, Ash and I had a fantastic relationship and an active, if standard, sex life. Outside of the bedroom, I loved everything about her: personality, humor, the way she makes little noises when she stretches. Inside of the bedroom, I thought I loved everything about her.

I certainly loved her body: small and slim with boobs well-suited to her frame. Ash was very girl next door in her looks but that very much worked for me. The sex itself also very much worked for me. We did it in various positions, she went down on me semi-regularly, and Ash never once rebuked me when I was feeling in the mood. She wasn’t conservative but she wasn’t wild, and I never thought I wanted anything more than what I got… until one particular night six months before the incident.

I [25F] let one of my best friends give me a facial when we hung out. [fm]

I’ve had this guy friend that I’ve known for several years now. I met him in college. We had the same major do we were in a lot of classes together. We chatted in those classes and realized that we were pretty similar so we ended up becoming pretty close friends. He was so fun to hang out with. I never really thought about dating him. Mainly because he had a girlfriend at the time since I first met him. They’re still not married yet but are engaged. Sometimes he brings her to hang out and other times he doesn’t. I honestly prefer when she’s not there because we don’t really get along very well.

Normally when we hang out we drink, smoke, watch movies, play games, hike, or just eat lots of food. He enjoys having with me because I’m pretty much just like another guy. I don’t feel that he has every been sexually attracted to me. Well this time we had ordered lots of food and bought lots of beer. It was a fun time. We tell each other everything and are always there to listen to one another. We talk about personal stuff and sex stuff that we wouldn’t normally tell others.

Jenny (my high school gf) and I break up after I leave for college and have break up sex (MF)

Jenny and I dated through most of high school, but she was one year below me in school. After my senior year, I went away for the summer and when I came back, we saw each other a few times before I went off to college in another state.

We did not really talk much about how it was going to work, but we did decide to keep dating. This was pre-internet, pre-cellphone days and long distance calls actually were not that cheap back then. So, when I went to college we talked on the phone very occasionally. I think we wrote a few letters. I visited my parents’ house a few times that Fall and for Christmas Break. We always saw each other, went on dates and had some fun sex when I would visit.

But, at some point in the Spring of my freshman year of college, we broke up. So this is the story of how we broke up and the last time we had sex back then.

I think Jenny I had not really talked much or seen each other since maybe February or so but I am not sure. I came home for a long weekend in the Spring and I decided to surprise her by picking her up from school.

[F] How I became known as the university slut

This happened shortly after I started college and I began experimenting with sex and was figuring out having FWBs. When I started I was very worried that the people I slept with would get attached and think we were dating or something (myself included at least a little bit). So during this time period I tried to be overly clear that it was just sex, but I also still tended to hang out causally with the people after meetups: playing video games, getting food, watching a movie, etc.

This is what was happening after the first time I’d hooked up with anyone from my high school. I go to a pipeline uni so there are a lot of people from my high school class that attend. I’d been nervous setting it up with him as I had some weird stuff in highschool where people had basically turned to have a competition to sleep with me and it did weird things to my reputation, but he was a guy I’d always been into so when he showed interest at a party we were both at we started texting again. So I set up a time to meet. We’ll call him John.

XXX-Mas Advent Calendar – Day two – The Pump

Rio woke up in a empty bed, still getting over the events from the night before, he felt like he should tell someone, but who? There was no one he could turn to, he would just have to see it out until the end. As he climbed out of bed he spotted the pink lace thong on the floor and had flash backs to last night, being humiliated and crushed. He spotted Lexi’s advent calendar, imagining how excited she would have been to open it and get her next charm. Then he had another flash back of another man rubbing oil into her and getting her to the point of ultimate pleasure. He put on some trackies and a sweatshirt and headed downstairs to make himself a coffee, after all what else could he do apart from wait for further instructions.

Swinging in Vegas [Male POV]

“Vegas, Baby!” I shout excitedly to my girlfriend, waving two airplane tickets in my hand.

“What? You got them? Fantastic!!” she responds, grinning from ear to ear.

This was the start of a holiday I will never forget. A journey into a world I never knew existed and made me open my mind to sex in a totally different way.

We’d booked a room in a hotel on the famous Vegas Strip, wanting to be at the centre of the attractions, casinos, showgirls, nightclubs that Vegas had to offer. My girlfriend has always been open minded about strip clubs and other, call it, seedier attractions so I knew we could explore Vegas without limits which made this trip even more exciting.

Having got unpacked and ready to go out, we had a couple of drinks in the hotel bar to warm us up. My girlfriend looked stunning in a black cocktail dress and high heels which contrasted against her long blonde hair. The barman proposed we had a custom cocktail with a glint in his eye, so we dutifully accepted. We drank them quickly but as they tasted as sweet as honey we even doubted there was alcohol in them, so had another round before setting out onto the Strip.

The Photo Shoot [fff] – Part 1

Samantha was far too excited to attempt sleep. She sat up in bed and flipped through her phone. The photos from her friend’s recent shoot were exhilarating. Riding the line between artistic and scandalous, her imagination took flight with each new photo. To her long repressed sexuality, there was something enticing about another woman in lingerie. Growing up in a religious home, sex itself was taboo enough, much less the thought of same-sex attraction.

But she couldn’t help it, she found herself enamored with the beauty of the female body. Her panties were soaked and her clit was throbbing. She held back the urge to slip a finger between her lips until she came to a topless photo. She stared at her friends round breasts far longer than she would care to admit and found her finger gently circling her clit. It felt so good. And her mind wandered further into the thick of her arousal when she remembered that she would be on the set with her best friend the next morning. The thoughts sent her over the edge and her legs quivered in pleasure. Tomorrow was sure to be a good day!

In the cinema [MF][Masturbation][cum on clothes][public]

This happened a few years ago, while I was in university. I was dating a final-year nurse student. She was a mess, and the stress of the final year and residency was getting to her big time, but she was a monster in bed. You take the good with the bad.

To try to take her mind off things, I suggested we could go to the cinema one Tuesday after lunch. Early afternoon screenings are always quieter, and we could get cheaper tickets. University students, you know? So we went.

The film was some kind of Jackie Chan bullshit, but that was fine. We chose a couple of quiet seats, high up in one of the side rows, munched on our popcorn and started making out. We could have waited for the lights to go out, but who has the time for that? Time waits for no man. And neither does pussy.

My ex was not an exhibitionist, but neither was she shy to go for it in public spaces. She was also very sensitive: kissing her next and running my lips from her shoulder to her ear lobe was always guaranteed to get a reaction. Maybe it was the stress coming out or maybe it was just coincidence, but she really got into it, kissing me back passionately. She smelled and tasted of sweet-salty popcorn. She was delicious. So inevitably we quickly started getting handsy.